Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Index,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.